Chapter 69

Although Qinghe town is only a small town, there are many villages nearby. Every time they go to the temple fair, the villagers will rush into the town and make the town full of people.

When I came down the mountain to the town, it was already night. In the past, the small town with few pedestrians was decorated with lanterns, and there was a uproar of people. Naturally, it is not as prosperous and colorful as the night market in Yiyang City, but the agricultural products brought by the nearby villagers and the commodities of the grocer make the temple fair unique.

Temple fairs are usually held for several days, and gradually attract some wandering artists. Therefore, in addition to the noise of the crowd, the night sky is also mixed with the sound of singing and selling artists It's very lively.

If Zhou ziruo pulls Lu LiXiao to squeeze in from this crowd and out from that crowd, he is new to everything. A peddler set up a ring stall. He asked for 50 bamboo rings in one breath. As a result, he didn't get anything from the nearest small wood carving to the farthest big cloth doll. He couldn't help blackening his face in the sympathetic gaze of the onlookers.

Lu LiXiao holds his arms behind him and looks like he's just sitting on the sidelines. The peddler asks if Zhou ziruo still wants a bamboo hoop. Zhou ziruo refuses.

It doesn't matter if you can't get the prizes. He doesn't care about those prizes, but face is important! Who can't even cover 50 circles! Lu LiXiao just stood and watched him make a fool of himself. He winked a few times, and he didn't help. If he didn't go, would he keep it as a joke?

When he squeezed out of the crowd, he heard the sound of music floating in the air. Zhou ziruo looked around and saw a few circles of people around the corner not far away.

It should not be interesting that there are so few onlookers. However, Zhou ziruo walked past by supernatural force. He pushed away the crowd and came to the front row. Just as a piece of soft Sisha passed in front of him, the water red skirt whirled gracefully with the dancer, just like a blooming lotus, reflecting a red light in the night wind!

It turns out that the singers and dancers are performing songs and dances. Compared with the lively activities such as juggling games, this kind of dance music with soft rhythm is really too quiet. No wonder few people see it. However, Zhou ziruo is interested in watching it. When he was in college, the school flower he secretly fell in love with was a student who was good at dancing. Every time the school held a party, the school flower's solo dance was one of the indispensable programs. At that time, Zhou ziruo and many of his male classmates were fascinated by the dancing posture on the stage!

In front of her, the dance of this woman with water sleeves and red skirt has a certain national flavor. As for which nationality, Zhou ziruo can't see it. Not only dancing, but also the music and singing are not like the style of the Central Plains.

The dancer's face finally faces Zhou ziruo's direction. He looks forward to it. His original leisurely mood immediately seems to be covered by dark clouds, and his brain is buzzing again! It's a face he can't recognize in his life - the woman who dances is like ting'er, Du Hanfeng's silk puppet!!

Ting'er, that is, Su Wan, was buried on the second day after Du Hanfeng was captured. It was headmaster Qiu and Ouyang Yi who personally managed it. The tombstone is beside Duan Peng's. The dancer in front of me can't be ting'er But why is it so similar to ting'er?

Zhou ziruo had calmed down after a short period of confusion. He turned his eyes to the player, and was surprised again.

The pianist of the accompaniment sits cross legged in the shadow of the corner. Compared with the dancer, the sense of existence is almost zero. If he doesn't look for it intentionally, no one will notice, and even if he does, he won't look at it more. But if Zhou ziruo not only saw more, but also couldn't move his eyes. The man's dark gray robe fell from his head to his feet, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. At the moment, his black eyelashes were low, and it was hard to see the look in his eyes. He was playing the mahogany lute in his arms, singing softly and quietly, just like the voice of the sky, flowing quietly in the air.

That person is actually the woman who sent Zhou ziruo sugar painting fox in Yiyang City.

The woman recognized at the first glance that if Zhou Zi was a fox demon, she must be a magician. If so, the one who is dancing now

"Silk puppet." At this time, Lu LiXiao's voice sounded low behind his ears.

Zhou ziruo side head small voice way: "dance this woman..."

Lu LiXiao nodded faintly: "the very clever puppet making technique is countless times more exquisite than that of Uncle Du."

If Zhou ziruo looked at the dancing silk puppet, the woman's every move was extremely beautiful. It is estimated that no one in the audience thought that she was not a living person, but after a long time, it was not difficult to find that the expression on the woman's Qingmei face was indifferent, not intentional.

"Brother Xiao, she looks so much like ting'er Are you... " As soon as Zhou ziruo came up with an idea, he denied it. The only one who can control the puppet is the maker. The woman in red in front of him is undoubtedly the one who plays music in the corner. When Du Hanfeng was 12 years old, she was not born!

"Coincidence..." Zhou ziruo whispers.

Lu LiXiao didn't respond. His deep eyes turned to the woman whose coat was floating around, and finally stayed at the player in the corner.

Although the song and dance are exquisite, they are not very participatory after all. After a long time, the audience will leave a few pennies to spend. In the end, only Lu LiXiao and Zhou ziruo are left.

After playing the last note, the woman in the grey robe stood up with the mahogany Yueqin in her arms. She raised her head and looked at them. The light in her black eyes was rippling and faintly turned into a smile. At that moment, if Zhou Zi had a feeling, she would recognize him as the little fox in Yiyang City!Lu LiXiao steps forward and bows to the woman

Catch up with Zhou if surprised round mouth, can't help looking up and down that woman. Even if you can't see your face, the light action, the white hands and the clear voice don't look like Lu LiXiao's age! Lu LiXiao's behavior is as bad as that of a twenty-first century high school student who calls a 25-year-old woman Auntie!!

However, the woman in the grey robe was not displeased by the word "elder" and asked kindly, "are you the disciples of Qingyang mountain?"

"Exactly."

The woman in the grey robe said, "the disciples of Qingyang mountain are really outstanding."

"Do you know the people in Qingyang mountain?" Lu LiXiao road.

The woman in the grey robe shook her head slowly. It's just that I've been doing Arts in Qinghe town for more than 40 years. After a few days, I met some Qingyang mountain disciples. At that time, it was not as busy as today's temple fair. There were only some people on the street in the daytime. There was heavy snow, and the whole town was covered with silver and plain clothes. It was very cold... "

More than 40 years ago When Du Hanfeng was a teenager, Zhou ziruo pointed out that ting'er was actually made by Du Hanfeng after the woman in red? How old was the woman in the grey robe at that time? She doesn't look like an old lady at all!

When Zhou ziruo questioned his observation, he heard Lu LiXiao say to the woman in the grey robe, "the elder will not be old, right?"

The woman in the grey robe was a little surprised. Half a moment later, she sighed in a soft voice: "that year when I finished the ceremony in the clan, I would never grow up again Before you know it, a hundred years have passed. "

A hundred years??

It's no wonder that she can only be a vagrant artist and has to cover her face. Otherwise, if she stays in a place for a long time, she won't be old and will be regarded as a monster!

Zhou ziruo was not too shocked that the woman in the grey robe would not grow old. After all, in the world view of kengdai game, even goblins, ghosts and puppets with higher force value than living people appeared, and there was nothing to make a fuss about an immortal.

The woman in red obediently walked behind the woman in grey robe. The woman in grey robe reached out and brushed away a leaf that she had stuck in her hair. Her action was very gentle and her eyes were gentle. She didn't treat a lifeless puppet at all.

Lu LiXiao looked at the woman in red and asked, "is this silk puppet made by living people?"

The hand of the woman in the grey robe stopped a little for a moment, and then continued to help the woman in the red dress cut her hair carefully. The woman in red tidied up, then consciously went to the white horse tied under the tree, opened the four wheeled box behind the white horse, took the initiative to drill in and cover it.

Zhou ziruo suddenly realized that the puppet in Yiyang City was in the box that night.

The woman in the grey robe has been watching the figure of the puppet disappear with soft eyes. She whispered to herself, "she's my sister. She's gone a long time ago. We have been inseparable since childhood. She always said that she would never leave me So I used this method Let's never part. "

This woman has a long life, her relatives and friends will eventually become a passer-by of life, leaving her alone wandering in the world. Even if Zhou Zi can't feel the loneliness, she knows it must be madly sad. She wants to leave the mood of her important people, which is not so difficult to understand Moreover, the woman in red looks young. She must be very young and die. It's not surprising that she can't accept it and wants to keep her sister.

Lu LiXiao, however, changed his usual mood of joy and anger, and said in a deep voice: "to make the dead into a spiritual puppet needs part of the soul of the dead. If the soul is not complete, it cannot reincarnate! Does it really make sense for people to die in the earth to soothe their souls and enter the six ways of life? As you can see, how many innocent people are involved in the evil caused by this insistence... "

The woman in the grey robe looks at him suspiciously, and doesn't seem to understand him very much. Lu LiXiao suddenly stops talking, and his expression returns to his usual silence, but his hand hanging on his side clenches his fist tightly. Zhou ziruo worried and gently wrapped Lu LiXiao's fist in his hands. He carefully rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb to help him slowly loosen his fist.

Du Hanfeng's infatuation with Jinghong's silk puppet is the starting point of all the tragedies of that year.

Duan Peng and Su Wan were killed innocently. Si Qinjiang Yue was expelled from her school. Jiangyue palace was established. There was a bloody storm at the xianmeng meeting. The Lujia village massacre. Leng's family was destroyed overnight Without the original source, perhaps none of these would have happened, and perhaps the people who survived these tragedies would have a completely different and happy life today.

But these are not the fault of the woman in the grey robe. These things have nothing to do with her. Lu LiXiao is just angry. Although he is so rational and calm, there are always some things that will make him helpless and confused like a trapped animal. He understood that he was only angry, and that it was meaningless to talk about it now.

"Don't blame me for offending you."

Lu LiXiao leans down to put down a silver ingot and turns to leave. Zhou ziruo bows to the woman in the grey robe and apologizes in a hurry. He catches up in a hurry.

The gray robed women watched their backs disappear in the deep night, picked up the silver ingot on the ground, and their eyes became dark.

Tonight was the last night of the temple fair. She had no plan to stay in Qinghe town, so she put away Yueqin and other things and led the white horse out of the town.It was late at night. Several robbers who were on the side of the road outside the town jumped out with big knives in their hands. Before half a threatening shout was finished, the big knives in their hands were all "jingling" on the ground. Their whole bodies were tied up with thick and hard ropes, and they could not move. They had to watch the girl lead the white horse slowly away thoughtfully.

By the next morning, the white horse had come to the top of the verdant mountain.

The woman in the grey robe came down from her horse's back and stood on the edge of the cliff. The sun was slowly rising from behind the cloud cliff. The morning glow combed the heavy clouds and the sky was gorgeous.

The woman in the grey robe sighed and enjoyed the beautiful sunrise for a long time. Then she said, "you've been following me all night. What can I do for you?"

A group of people quietly appeared on the top of the mountain, led by two men. If Lu LiXiao and Zhou ziruo were here, they would immediately recognize that the tall, strong, square headed and big eared of the two men was Wu Zhuangyuan, who pretended to be the head of the Han mansion in the fox killing Castle!

Different from the appearance of Wu Zhuangyuan Fangfei, the man in white beside him is tall and handsome, gentle as jade. He is not flustered when he is found. He bows politely and says slowly: "in Xiajiang Moon Palace, Gu Jue, I invite cangshui Yao girl to be a guest according to the order of the Palace leader."

"I heard about Jiangyue palace decades ago. I'm just a marginal person in this world. I don't want to get involved in the fight between the right and the evil. " The way of the woman in the grey robe.

Gu Jue said: "the palace master has a very important thing to ask Miss Cang. He won't force you to be the enemy of the immortal family."

The woman in the grey robe smiles and turns her head. The wind blows off the veil on the top of the mountain. The bright morning light is reflected on Qingrao Lingjiao's face. Her red lips are bent and her soft smile flows quietly under the light and elegant sky.

Gu Jue suddenly couldn't turn her eyes. After a long time, she suddenly regained her mind. She opened her eyes and said, "I'm It's abrupt

"Jiangyue palace Do I have to go? " Asked the woman in the grey robe.

Gu Jue's original skill was gone. She replied, "you can rest assured, girl. The palace master has his word. I will try my best to protect your safety."

The woman in the grey robe looks to the distance again. The morning light is whispering, the sea of clouds is surging, and she sighs with regret.

The author has something to say: Gu Jue is the reader of the last article, my style got the name, thank you ~!

As for the Third Elder martial brother, I'll talk about it later. In the text, his sponsorship has run out ~

Volume 2 [leading silk play] by the end of this chapter, because I'm the kind of person who can't make a detailed outline, so this case is actually written while thinking. Sometimes I'm surrounded and I don't know how to decipher / (ㄒㄒ) / ~ ~

in fact, my original inspiration for this case is Cang Shuiyao and her sister, but in fact, these two soul figures in the case are basically not on the stage Well...